There's something beautiful inside of my head, these pills mean to destroy it

If I keep taking these damn meds I might lose myself, I can't escape the torment

Xanny crew, Henny cup... snatched

Day ones liquored up, slay

Tell me how to make a mill, pardon, who they

They ain't have a dime to they name, who they

Hundred trips, hundred nights, whoa

Never cities, only light shows

Yeah I might go psycho tonight though

If I go, keep me in control

I was never like this back out East fam

Never thought I'd ball, all got to eat man

You can call me dog, say my chances are small

But should you piss me off imma show my teeth

So hey, whoa, please don't go

At least roll with me, I'm all alone

See me as human, my psyche be tweaking

If you gonna leave soon, please dude, let me know

Just where you're going

Tell me when you're ready

You know I got my reasons

I'll be packing plenty

I can feel it coming in the air tonight

Been waiting for this moment all my life

Been waiting for one chance to show my might

Been dreaming of this... but it don't feel right

Tell me where you're going

Tell me when you're ready

There's something beautiful

There's something beautiful

There's something beautiful

Inside of my head

How could you work so goddamn hard

Through the desert, to the moon and Mars

Take the paycheck reality stars

Breaker, breaker, don't lose me now

Feel the sand run right through my feet

Barstow trials so obsolete

When the real man tests, you must compete

The quest for fame became the disease

Judgement destroys possibilities

Judge each other to feel at ease

About ourselves- judge you, judge me

Just because, judge to make Mills meek

Took a little hit of 'e' now my mind ransacked

Take a little chance man, I ain't that bad

If I keep my distance from the latest fad

If I don't get rich, I won't impress dad

Yeah I'm a man, probably see me cry

For my art, die before I lie

Down with hoes, no beauty inside

Soul search down South 'til I hit my stride

Latina chica wants to be my wife

We bump them white lines, fuck 'til sunshines

Tongue down her throat- Colombian neck tie

I am not a monster because I get high

Searching for myself, don't know my birthday

Apollo cloning facts, I'm back like vertebrates

Only get along with friends of enemies

Only sing a song if I benefit mentally

Only share a toast at the breakfast table

Only write rhythms to worship

I heard it's practice what you preach Disguise rap as a speech

And if the record sells, hell, say it's worth it